I snickered and whispered, "Oh yeah, this ought to be just the right thing to wear, and fool Grampa. As he will never guess I'm not wearing panties."N...xt, I put on my nightie and climbed into bed. I just couldn't help but raise the gown up, and masturbated as more visions of what we'd do ran through my head. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as a climax surged through me.I feel asleep, the next thing I heard was mother's voice, and gentle tug on my arm. "Trisha, it's time to wake up dear."I. Once I felt that I could go a little longer, I started up again, and I realised that I was just enjoying the feeling and not about to shoot my wad. Jen was quite happy, so when I got close again, we stopped for a minute. That happened two or three more times, and then we were getting tired so we kept going, and I thought I was never going to stop shooting! It was leaking out of Jen almost as fast as I was pumping it in, and I reckon it must have been the most I'd ever come. Even more than that. As the first few chapters played out Ian sat on a chair whilst I sat on the sofa. I watched him play with his cock whilst I slowly rubbed my hard member for him to see. As the movie progressed I asked him if I could come over and help him out but he asserted "let's not rush things, we have all night" this was true in the sense that whilst our girlfriends rarely went out when they did they were often out till the early hours. Ian continued to play with his hard cock until I could resist no. They said I was a worthless whore, a dirty slut whose life revolved around having cock, fingers, tongues and dildos inserted deep in my filthy wet, ever open cunt hole. They commented on how my nipples stood erect every time my cunt was touched and how they imagined I would let anybody shove there dick up my cunt hole once I had had my knickers removed. They would arrange for me to be blindfolded next time and have a mystery guest fill my hole up with mystery spunk! He said that whilst they.